Farkers only like fat women, such as Christina Hendrinks. But truly beautiful goddesses like Kunis or Megan Fox somehow do nothing for them. It's should be mind-boggling, but then you read the politics tab for three minutes and you have confirmation that Farkers are absolutely and unequivocally morons.

Farkers only like fat women, such as Christina Hendrinks. But truly beautiful goddesses like Kunis or Megan Fox somehow do nothing for them. It's should be mind-boggling, but then you read the politics tab for three minutes and you have confirmation that Farkers are absolutely and unequivocally morons.

Maybe straightened hair and trout pouts just don't do it for us. You can go back to fapping to Jersey Shore if you like.

Kunis is naturally hot, but she will be amazing in another five years or so when she finds her own style.

GameSprocket:Why Would I Read the Article: SnakeMan: Good God, all you Studman69s, you make me want to vomit.

Farkers only like fat women, such as Christina Hendrinks. But truly beautiful goddesses like Kunis or Megan Fox somehow do nothing for them. It's should be mind-boggling, but then you read the politics tab for three minutes and you have confirmation that Farkers are absolutely and unequivocally morons.

Maybe straightened hair and trout pouts just don't do it for us. You can go back to fapping to Jersey Shore if you like.

Kunis is naturally hot, but she will be amazing in another five years or so when she finds her own style.

no, then she just start looking old, and her roles will start drying up, and her only work will be Meg on Family Guy (if that show is still on).

Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be living... until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin' and the hollerin', they all come in and they... rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday morning, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boatswain's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. He bobbed up, down in the water just like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon, the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us. He swung in low and he saw us... he was a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper. Anyway, he saw us and he come in low and three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and starts to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened... waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water; 316 men come out and the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.

I met this six-year-old child, with this blank, pale, emotionless face and, the blackest eyes... the *devil's* eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach her, and then another seven trying to keep her locked up because I realized what was living behind that girl's eyes was purely and simply... *evil*.

I would definitely NOT have sex with her. What I would do to her could in no way be described as sex. It would be something so new and intense that people would have to invent a new word to describe it.

elvindeath:I would definitely NOT have sex with her. What I would do to her could in no way be described as sex. It would be something so new and intense that people would have to invent a new word to describe it.

elvindeath:I would definitely NOT have sex with her. What I would do to her could in no way be described as sex. It would be something so new and intense that people would have to invent a new word to describe it.